Bandits Story That Robbed Mr. Glazier

The Robber Proves Himself Possessed of a Powerful Imagination

The Fable Builder the Pal of Myths-He Arms Himself With a Sword, a Winchester, Two Revolvers and Five Sticks of Dynamite-He Tells a Wonderful Story and Denies That He Attempted to Shoot Mr.Glazier.

"Johnny, Get Your Gun, Your Sword and Your Pistol." New song

July 1, 1893—Guthrie Daily News--That terrible bandit and holder up of trains, the Kid Manvel, was examined yesterday, shortly after his arrival in the city, before United States Commissioner Boles, who, after listening to a long cock-and-bull story, put him under bonds of $1,000 pending the examination of his case before the grand jury.

The yarn the boy told was about as improbable as the bloody tales of the dime novels upon which his life has been feeding and which appear to have undermined him mentally and physically.

He rings into his romantic tale the names of Bill Dalton, Bill Anderson and a man named Arthur Gage, together with that of another myth, whose name he had forgotten.

He met this mythical gentleman of the road at a place called Ten Mile Flats, and he says they scared him into the scheme of train robbing. He was put by these fabled villains under "bullet order," and if he didn’t obey them they’d riddle his carcass with balls.

He was told to arm up. In order to perform this feat it was necessary to get to work. So he went on a farm and slaved for ducats like a Trojan. When he had earned sufficient money he sent to Massachusetts for a sword—a sword, mind you. He also got revolvers and dynamite and so was ready for blood or treasure, and a certain kind of glory thrown in. the performance was to come off on the 30^th. He was too previous, however, and went of half-cocked on the day of his capture. He denied the statement of Glazier that he attempted to shoot him; the gun, he said went off by accident. The boy could give pointers to hack writers of pyrotechnical fiction and dictate better slush than ever emanated from the brains of the best of the. His story greatly interested the judge, who is familiar with that kind of lurid literature, and he could have listened till morning to the sapient and imaginative young cuss if the latter’s wind had not given out.

The boy has missed his vocation surely. "How I Captured A Train Robber, " by A. Glazier, and "How I was Captured by a Conductor," by A. Manvel, would make two volumes of blazing red reading. The boy’s story, corroborated by his vapid, inane smile, and the cloud of idiocy, which hovered in his eyes, were alone a sufficient warrant for a free pass into an insane asylum or at least, a school for irresponsible idiots.